I’ve been at the funeral of Romilly’s aunt, starting in a crematorium in a wood near Leamington Spa – shades of The Loved One – followed by a church service in Ebrington where she retired after a lifetime as a Nightingale nurse, Fulbright scholar, work as a civil servant in the Department of Health and then internationally as a hospital planner.   I had been in the church many times over the years, but never registered the quality of the church monuments, nor the benefaction of William Keyt who left ‘the milch of ten good and sufficient milch kine to the poor of Ebrington’:-